yo, illmac ask them if they want some parts with porter they put it all on the line imma move ’em across the border we come from a lost society formed from a lawless order got my back agaisnt the wall like i’m hanging this cordless phone up still bang what our fathers taught us bugging out on these [?] suited up without [?] to stand for something regardless ’cause if you speak where your heart is and if it real there no matter if you get defeated the crowd still will cheer we rhyme with a mind as timeless like lines of dalai lama even allergy season labels still don’t have to sign us [?] to do everything we can to make it out of this barrel of sorrow and they got us stuck in a [?] and it depends and these weak rappers that suck we should keep them ’cause anyhow they go extinct, illmac what the f-ck we gon’ eat then? panda express your choice, yeah [?] test and annoy don’t even consider beefing it is best you invest in soy it is just your boy from team backpack in the source where homies thought they came in first until they heard steve harvey’s voice i got that floor staff for the new food more cash [?] scoop through till my bank account it got more ads than a youtube and when it comes to streets i’m trying to make out like a bad b-tch [?] and when i’m popping trees for me, they’re making sure the bag fits you’re trying to get over me you’ll be breaking something when landing no chicks shape me for practice even when trapped in marriage don’t have to pull rings together i pull up like captain planet we about to change the world without the [?] and the [?] watch how many people die [?] in this sh-tty life illmac – take that

[illmaculate – verse 1]

daddy’s home f-ck these rappers, though i’ll leave the underground and stack up bones like the catacombs i hack your phone and crash a drone into alex jones rocking yeezys picking pedals of an amber rose when i write my [?] at night they don’t really live that life; they’re characters out of nowhere they got heart; that’s a twitter like i’ll make an alb-m in a night outshine the sun with inner light miss my flight still stomp the [?] no british nights brooklyn’s king bit me, right? portland’s king am i right? funny that they sleep on me like a cali king kendrick, right? and they no choice of freedom voice of reason i don’t wanna be king i wanna destroy the kingdom enjoy the evening they’re soft-spoken if they feel strongly closed mouths, open wounds i’m a sore subject if you feel salty from cold shoulders to “yo let’s chill, homie” chill, homie feel godly and on jesus you’ll get killed cross me hold up, what’s real [?], drugs kill, still [?] bills on me bill cosby crush pills on me, ill mindwork, eye sore the gang’s shy, [?] i’m on the climb still that means i’m on my high horse catch up this one they thought they had me i’m off a single barrel the double-barrel shot at bambi i’m edward scissorhands tr-mm-ng [?] locked in county they sleeping on bars this is not a xanny i’m popping out these like they’re cotton candy [?] not too shabby alice in wonderland; playing with the cards you hand me they sweet as vodka cran this is shot at brandy [?] with tumble finger wave the shaq making barkley angry throw it in their face ain’t been on the block since markus camby infrared game if i dot her then she call me daddy i give a f-ck how i’m coming off like a bra and panties ill

[denzil porter – verse 2]

mind if i use my phone real quick, illmac? aight, check it look

but it’s alright, though [?] and those who slow the culture; i don’t like those me and y’all ain’t tight close leave them on a flat line like a typo what the f-ck i look like reading off this iphone? see, i’m trying to change the world am i asking for much? the elephant in the room these pouches [?] my tusk but that thing go wooda-wooda when we banging that stuff have that buddha fly in your stomach like you’re anxious as f-ck and here’s the best thing move like [?] trying to hold the ring like i’m the best man wish every day was friday so i’d treat everybody like freshmen so much more meant you’d think my breath stinks [?], ha and my hole needs a face; that’s important so i rose like i play from the same place as jordan move at the pace of jeff gordon you got a list, i ain’t on it? well, soon i’ll be on [?] list and recipes of mohammed see what i’m p-ssed at? [?] std [?] and when it comes to money i don’t give back negro, please pay your dues let me see those fees y’all moving like you [?] from [?] dog, we don’t fall for that my n-gg- grow up, though we see those [?] claiming that he bear arms but we see those sleeves i said: he claim that he bear arm but we see those sleeves illmac – come kill this whole beat my n-gg- kill it

[illmaculate – verse 2]

[?] playing i’m over being underrated i’m one of the greatest and that’s just a humble statement my motivations are hunger pains and my stomach achin’ haters [?] lists? i don’t rank ’em high enough to thank ’em i’m from the [?] p-ssing father time puffing mother nature juggling chainsaws balancing love and hatred i made it; they all knew me out in portland if i’m not your first pick you’re taking [?] over jordan that’s p-ssing on durant picking oden in the [?] probably going behind my back like sabonis with the p-ss hold up and know i’m gonna spazz i give them a gut feeling like hopkins k.o.’ing dela hoya with the jab hold up and know i’m good at spazz and my lack of fear i’m ollie banging drums yelling out: “the champ is here” [?] my rap-career like 25th hour; talking to myself inside the bathroom mirror i got them cowering in shame flowers on your grave malcom with the chooper out; shower ’em with flames i’m martin luther with the dream the violence never changin’ [?] reservations feel like [?] take a stand broken treaties shaking hands with satan while he’s making plans in this game the fake expand; explains how out of place i am like dead president’s faces on sacred native land it’s hippies and outlaws my band of beatles try to outlaw us? well f-ck it they tried to ban the beatles critics takes us in vain now go ahead and grab the needle they changing up like game style when he collabs with people i said: they changing up like game style when he collabs with people f-ck it i set different levels tell ’em that b-tch, we never count bars staying underground can only get the devil how far [?] hit the pedal driving by then fire from the right like the twisted metal clown car i tell a chick this ain’t a disney picture read my lips like litterature want an explanation? get clarissa hypocrite when i diss her, get with a sister, like: “sorry princess, cinderella’s missing slipper didn’t fit ya” i’m sipping liquor, smooking good making [?] decisions [?] baddest women got me acting different i had a vision once the addies kicking of me getting ghosted on ’cause her motives see-through like an apparition huh, run up on ’em barrel long, the gun revolving going ape, and done evolving i feel bad for you, son i hang up on one chick and got another calling i got 99 b-tches; and they ain’t one a problem tell god that he’ll have to do more than judge me my mission underground here’s a few more to study i cash in every cypher with my crew [?] the country in l.a – i’m mula in new york – i’m money w-ssup!